By his own indefatigable energy he had just succeeded in removing the difficulties which obstructed his path, in creating an arena in which his faculties might hare displayed themselves with as much success in debates and the management of civil affairs, as they had already done in brilliant feats in arms.

The other, Chopin, died slowly, consuming himself in the flames of his own genius.

His life, unconnected with public events, was like some fact which has never been incorporated in a material body.

The traces of his existence are only to be found in the works which he has left.

He ended his days upon a foreign soil, which he never considered as his country, remaining faithful in the devotion of his affections to the eternal widowhood of his own.